This seems to be something really happening.【/ Only then did I realize that the man’s eyes were looking at the compass in my hand that I hadn’t put down in time. He chuckled and said, “It’s really something. I don’t know anything. Ask my brother to follow me.

Just tell me."

I called my cousin to come out, but he always refused to leave when playing games. It took him more than ten minutes to come out, and the family stood at the door for more than ten minutes. My brother came out after taking a shower and asked

What's going on? Following my brother's usual good-guy style, he went out and started chatting with the family at the door.

After my cousin came out, he went for a walk with that family and my brother. The baby and I continued to watch SpongeBob SquarePants, and the mother and daughter laughed and hugged each other in silly joy.

It took about an hour before they came back.

When my cousin came back, his face was not very good, so my brother told me what happened to them. My brother said that on the day when the old man was cremated and buried, the scolding wife had not even visited or burned a stick.

Xiang. The old man here has been buried. When everyone went home at night, they saw the wife who had passed out at home.

Next, I will call the scolding daughter-in-law grandma. Her seniority in the family is considered grandma, and the one who left is grandma.

Grandma fainted, and the family was anxious and sent her to the hospital. However, she never woke up after being sent to the hospital, and they could not find out the reason. The situation was the same as that of my great-grandmother who had been put down. The family members

Some people say that the great-grandmother came back to look for grandma to pay for her life.

It is other people's family affairs, so it is not convenient for us to ask too much about it, but we must make it clear here. My wife's husband, my great-grandfather, divided the family property to those children before he left. At that time, my great-grandfather's ancestral house was given to another person.

One son gave his savings to other sons. Anyway, there are many sons. In the end, the grandma’s family only got a few national debt notes that my great-grandfather had saved for many years. At that time, my great-grandfather probably also had national debt. Now I also

I don’t know if there are still government bonds for sale, and whether anyone can buy them. How should we operate the government bonds of that era, etc.

In other words, what grandma's family got was worthless at all. And after grandpa left, grandma moved to grandma's house because in her heart, grandma still loved her son the most.

Grandma was not happy because she couldn't get anything valuable and had to support her. So she began to abuse her. Grandma was not in good health and her eyesight was blurry. She was often served with rotten leftovers.

meal.

No matter how poor you are in this day and age, you won't eat bad food. And it looks like that home is better than my hometown. Grandma just meant it.

After getting better, it became more and more excessive. I stopped helping my grandma with a bath. I saw my grandma insisting on putting incense on the altar every day, but she kept saying that the altar would protect her from life and death.

The other sons discovered such a thing and wanted to take their great-grandmother to live at home, but the grandmother refused to let them go, saying that if the great-grandmother moved, people in the village would say something bad about her. It would not be a slap in her face.

Grandma didn’t want to make the family scandal public, so she just said it was fine.

My great-grandmother fell into a coma after being scolded and cursed to death by my grandma all morning.

Alas, I can't draw any conclusions about other people's affairs, right?

Now that grandma is also in a coma, still looking like she is alive or dead. This is retribution.

I dare not say anything. I have never forgiven my grandfather. But if you don’t like it, just ignore it. Don’t impose pain on others. We are not gods, but we should not act like evil ghosts.

The cousin said that he would go home tomorrow and check his grandfather's books to see if there is anything about that god. It seems that this matter is not just a matter of being too angry and resentful. The god is also a key point.

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My cousin went back to his hometown the next day, and I didn't go anywhere. I just took the baby to chat with the old men and grandmothers in the small garden in the morning, and took the baby to the playground in the afternoon.

My cousin came back the next day, and he also brought some early peaches from his hometown. After putting down his things, he said he was going to that grandma’s house. He said that today was the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, and maybe that grandma would follow him today.

There are many records of the incident of Tan Tou Qi following him, and such things often happen around us. Many people say it is a coincidence, and some people say there is a connection. But what is the connection? Let’s think about it.

In the afternoon, I drove there because my cousin said that he stayed up all night looking for his grandfather's books.

Many of grandpa's books are old. They are written from left to right, and there are many traditional Chinese characters. They are all confusing to read. I can't read them fast. Grandpa was considered a leader in the village back then.

There were only a few people who could read, so my father was allowed to read some books, go to high school, and then return to the village to teach for a few years before becoming a worker.

In addition to a few printed books, my grandfather also had a few notebooks written by himself, and the handwriting was even more difficult to read. In those days, the rougher the writing, the more difficult it was to read, which meant that you were more knowledgeable. As a result, later on, I

This college student and my cousin, a junior high school dropout, looked at those notes and asked my dad about the translation. Some relatives asked, what about my second uncle? My second uncle doesn't know much about writing. He can't even write talisman.

.My father was the first successor at first, and he was replaced by my second uncle later.

My cousin said that he spent the whole night flipping through books and found the god. The recorded words were too messy to understand. The only guess he could make was that anything caused by this god could be solved by burning the god.

But when the sacred place is burned, it must be burned with the dead. As for why? My cousin doesn’t know, because he can’t understand the words, or maybe his grandfather didn’t write it.

Anyway, these are all guesses. If he gets it wrong, I think he will be buried with him. Just don’t hold me back.

When we arrived at that house, there were still so many people in the house. The great-grandmother left just now, and now the grandma is doing this again.

When we walked in, the couple who came to meet us came out. I found out that they were the ***'s biological son and daughter-in-law.

Everyone also knew the reason why we came, so when we entered, everyone stood up. You know, Mr. Feng Shui is absolutely respected. Even if some people despise Mr. Feng Shui in their hearts, but when they really meet him, they still

If someone tells you that he is a really capable Feng Shui master, do you dare to disrespect him?

When we entered the living room, we saw the grandma who was placed on the ground in the corner of the living room. Her eyes were closed and her chest was rising and falling occasionally. She had already been placed on the ground. I said, "You were brought back from the hospital?"

The daughter-in-law there said: "Everyone knows what's going on, why stay in the hospital and waste money?"

The cousin rubbed his eyes and looked like he had not slept enough before walking towards the altar. He opened the note in his small pocket and looked at the altar that he had copied from his grandfather's notebook.

.I also walked over, and it was exactly the same as the one on the wall.

It seems that this is it, you can’t go wrong.

The cousin looked at the grandma on the ground. This time she was not in a straight line with the god. He didn't know if she would survive the first seven tonight. He wouldn't wait for her to die before taking the god.

Let's burn it together with her. There is a compromise for everything, and my cousin used this compromise.

He asked the head of the family, his own son, to go to the nearby pig butcher's house and borrow a butcher's knife. He used the butcher's knife to make a small wound on the grandmother's calf to draw some blood.

And we didn’t do this, let her own son do it. If something happens to her in the future, it will be her son’s fault. This trick also evolved from the butcher’s knife to cut zombies. We are afraid of our little paper cutter.

The knife can't hold you back. We've been slowly groping along the way, and we don't know if it's right or not, so we can only take a gamble.

While her son was busy with work, her cousin put incense on the altar. At this time, she didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t say to the altar: “Great God, I will burn it soon.”

Go somewhere else." Just say nothing. When the butcher's knife was borrowed, my cousin used his mahogany sword, which was like a child's toy, to pick out the red paper from the wall. After all, there was

It had been there for several years, and we picked and picked until it was reduced to pieces of paper. We didn’t dare to touch it directly, so we just pricked it with a mahogany sword to get some of the blood.

My cousin held the mahogany sword and said to me: "Sister, I have no hands. Go get some of your blood and rub it on the locust tree to temporarily seal the aura of the locust tree."

"Myself? I don't dare." I shook my head.

Although it's still broad daylight, I'm still scared. I have to scratch my fingers myself. You think I'm strong-willed.

The ***'s own son finally went with me. I almost closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and scratched my fingers. I scratched by myself, not as deep as my cousin. I squeezed and squeezed, and finally squeezed out so many two strokes.

Just drop a drop of blood and smear it on a tree, as long as it makes sense.

Some relatives said that I had bloodletting in one day, but I didn’t have anemia. Damn, think of me as stupid. I only had one or two drops of blood. Well, except for the zombie incident and the time when my cousin scratched my wrist.

My cousin rolled his eyes at me, which meant that I was stingy. It was not his blood, and it was not her hand that hurt. If I was upset, I would ask him to wash the dishes when I went home at night.

Next, please take a look at my cousin’s magical method.

He took out a talisman from his pocket, waved it in the air, and the talisman caught fire.

He used the peach wood sword to pick up the scrap of paper, dipped it in the alcohol that had been prepared, and then threw the flaming talisman in his hand towards the scrap of paper.

With a "swish" sound, the scraps of paper burned away.

The cousin hurriedly pulled the mahogany sword back to prevent it from being burned.

You can try to make this section as gorgeous as possible, add some background light, and add some fantasy colors. Whatever you think is cool and cool, that's how it should be.

It's a pity, I just thought he was just doing magic. The talisman I had written long ago was written in phosphorus. If you save it carefully, it will not burn in spring when the temperature is not very high. He waved like that,

When the oxygen is sufficient and the temperature is high, a fire will naturally ignite.
Chapter completed!